Yay Scabs!

was a bit of an email I received from a friend. Never have I agreed more. Because, when a person has shingles that seem as though they are trying to destroy you by way of hundreds of tiny blisters, scabs mean the end is near.

When the blisters stop being blisters the pain is reduced. The skin around the area where the blisters have been residing remains tender, but tender I can deal with. It means I can wear shirts that touch my skin. It means I can sit in a chair with my entire back touching the back of the chair instead of my right side only.

When a person has felt like poo for a full week, it is amazing how good "okay" feels. So, yes...Yay Scabs!

Have a leaky roof? Not me, I have shingles

And they hurt...badly! I have had them on my stomach and back now for a week. Horrible horrible horrible. Apparently though, they are very common. I have several friends who have had them as well. I won't post a picture of them because I don't want to scare away my readers (all three of them).

If I have any advice for people wondering if they should try to get shingles? Don't if you have to wear clothing. Clothing hurts the shingles, but is necessary if you have to go to work. Such is life.

Who needs all their neck muscles anyway?

Not me! This morning as I lay in bed thinking, "Oh boy! I can't wait to sit around all morning and wait for the plumber to show up," I was suddenly assaulted.

Jezebel had snuggled up next to me. She is normally a very cuddly cat, but ever since we got back from Montana, she has attached her self to me, and anytime I sit for longer than 10 seconds, she is on my lap. I am not complaining, just describing her snuggle-ocity.

I don't know what woke her up. Perhaps it was the shower curtain closing or dog tail wagging against the wall. Not sure. But she woke up and tried, I emphasize "tried," to jump over my neck and investigate the noise. Somehow she tripped, and instead of jumping over me, her back leg landed square on my throat causing me to cough and wake me up from my waiting-for-plumber daydream. It isn't pleasant to have a 300 pound cat leg stab your neck first thing in the morning.